Dragon Raja: Reboot

Chapter 86 Vigraf

Under the increasingly bright gaze of Chu Zihang's golden eyes, Beowulf narrowed his eyes and slowly revealed the truth of what happened back then.

"I fundamentally deny the meaning of the academy's existence and refuse to become the head of the executive department. For the past hundred years, I have been searching the world for outstanding bloodlines and training them to form a new 'action team'."

"And your father, Chu Tianjiao, is the most outstanding student I have cultivated in the past hundred years."

"His Word of Power is Time Zero!"

At this point, Beowulf stared at Chu Zihang, his blood-red golden eyes, inherited from generations of his family, displaying an unprecedented majesty.

He said in a low voice, "It's a coincidence that he has the same Word of Power as Angers. From the moment I discovered his Word of Power, I began to focus on nurturing him, and he lived up to my teachings, completing my test in just a few years."

"I originally intended to train him for a few more years before sending him to the battlefield, where he could be truly 'reborn' in blood and fire."

The old man paused, then shook his head.

"But then Angers came to me."

"I do not support his decision to establish the academy, but I still respect and admire Angers himself."

"He asked me to lend him someone, specifically a 'ghost' who had never been on a mission and had never left a trace with any faction."

"I don't know what he's going to do, but I know that everything Angers does is to slay dragons, so I chose to support him."

"And this 'ghost' is your father. He was personally selected and trained by me. He has never appeared on any hybrid platform before. He is calm and powerful, and perfectly meets Angers' needs."

"I never saw your father again after that."

"You...didn't realize my father was missing all this time?"

Chu Zihang asked softly, this was his biggest question. If what the old man said was true, then given the old man's power, he should not have only discovered his identity now.

Beowulf stood silently like a heavy stone monument, the dim light inside the room highlighting his tall and lonely silhouette.

It was only much later that the old man finally spoke, his voice as cold, hard, and heavy as iron.

At that moment, it seemed as if a thick, pungent smell of blood permeated the air.

"Before your father left this castle, I told him that he was leaving to carry out a mission for the Secret Service. If he died, I would play a harmonica tune at his grave as a form of mourning, but I would not rescue him."

"That's the style of the action team."

"Angers needs a specialist who is almost a 'ghost' in the world of hybrids, so I can't investigate his whereabouts. Any investigation could expose his identity to those with ulterior motives."

"and……"

The old man paused, then said indifferently,

"Your father was trained by me. He was an all-around warrior, and with Time Zero, he could even escape alive from a next-generation species!"

"Tell me, what exactly happened to you on that rainy night six years ago?"

"He did it to...save me." Chu Zihang was lost in thought for a long time before lowering his head and saying, feeling an unusual heaviness in his body.

In that instant, he felt as if he were back on that rainy night. His mind was blank; he mechanically drove the Maybach at breakneck speed through the rain. The man behind him was pierced by countless streaks of light. He escaped Nibelungen, smashed through the car door, and threw himself out, running wildly against the wind and rain. But the thread that bound them together had been severed; he could no longer find that man…

"You don't want to talk about it."

The old man spoke calmly, not in a question, but with a tone as flat as still water, as if he had guessed the ending from the very beginning.

"Your father's personality is actually what I dislike the most, but we unexpectedly get along very well."

"Back then, I asked your father what kind of girl he liked. The members of the action team would leave offspring before going on a mission to ensure the continuation of the lineage, but your father refused. He said that he might have many women in his life, but he never thought he would truly fall in love with a woman. A union without love would make him feel like a stallion."

Beowulf looked intently at the boy in front of him, and vaguely saw in the boy's brows a man who appeared carefree on the surface, but was lonely and powerful deep inside.

"If he had agreed back then, perhaps you wouldn't be where you are today."

"So when I confirmed your identity with Angers, I was shocked and became even more curious. I wanted to know what was so special about your mother that made Chu Tianjiao willing to break his own beliefs and principles to stay and even give birth to you."

"Having seen you with my own eyes, I've gotten some answers."

"You don't want to tell me what exactly killed him. Very well, as expected of his son."

"The sins of the father are to be repaid by the son, and so is hatred. Since you don't want to talk about it, then go and take revenge yourself, cut off the enemy's head, and then go to your father's grave to mourn for him."

Chu Zihang stood there in a daze, the sounds around him gradually fading away, as if they were being invisibly pulled away.

He never expected that this mission would lead him to his father's whereabouts.

He simply nodded mechanically, thanking the old man for telling him all this.

He felt exhausted and just wanted to lie in bed and get a good night's sleep. Once he fell asleep, everything would be fine, and maybe he could even see that man in his dreams, chat with him for a bit, and tell him that he had finally found proof that he had ever existed in the world.

"From today onwards, you are my godson. Your father was once my student, but after completing his training, he became my teammate. This is a tradition of the action team, including taking you as my godson."

Beowulf spoke calmly, no longer inquiring but making an almost abrupt statement, leaving him no room for refusal.

But this rude behavior touched Chu Zihang's heartstrings, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

It turns out that I wasn't the only one in this world who remembered that man; there were others who also thought of him, considered him a teammate, and were willing to become the godfather of his child…

"As my godson, you will gain the recognition and support of the Beowulf family. The Gattuso family's accusations against you will fall apart on their own, because even if the descendants of the Beowulf family become bloodline-destroying dead servants, it will not be anyone else's place to do it. I will personally break your neck."

"In addition, you will be eligible to take dragon serum to enhance yourself, with the share credited to my name, and you will represent the Beowulf family in the competition for a place in the 'Nibelungen Project'."

A series of unfamiliar words flooded Chu Zihang's ears, and at this moment, the true secrets of the Secret Party opened the door to him!

"Dragon...serum?" Chu Zihang asked in surprise and doubt.

Beowulf didn't answer him immediately. Instead, he raised his hand and clenched his fist. His muscles slowly bulged, and an invisible domain covered the entire room. The cracking sound of bones made Chu Zihang's expression change slightly. It was as if an almost tangible pressure was pushing towards him like a wave!

His bulging muscles ripped through his clothes, making the old man's already robust physique appear even more imposing.

As this scene came into view, Chu Zihang subconsciously thought of a classic cartoon character—Popeye the Sailor Man.

Popeye's superhuman power came from eating spinach, so what about this old man? Was it the effect of incantations?

But the next moment, Beowulf's voice overturned his guess.

"This isn't a spell, but the effect of dragon serum. I think you've heard the story of Siegfried. In mythology, the hero Siegfried slew a dragon and bathed in its blood to make himself invulnerable."

"This is not a legend, but true history, only the process has been altered. The historical Siegfried did not kill an adult dragon, but an unhatched dragon embryo. He used the embryo's blood to replenish himself and evolved into a high-level hybrid."

"In ancient alchemical texts, the blood of a dragon is called the 'Holy Grail,' and it is known as liquid gold and a panacea, even possessing the power to bring the dead back to life."

When the word "Holy Grail" entered Chu Zihang's ears, he was startled.

In just a few days, those two words had appeared in his mind countless times.

Since that conversation that night, Chu Zihang has been repeatedly pondering the "true history" that his junior brother guided them to find, trying to get more clues from it, even if it's just a guess without any reason.

In the story guided by his junior brother, the Holy Grail likely represents a symbol of power and authority, and is the golden ring that Morgan gave to Odin.

But now he has learned another "truth" about the Holy Grail from the Secret Society: it is the blood of dragon fetuses.

"Are you surprised?" Beowulf suddenly asked.

Chu Zihang took a deep breath and calmed down, saying, "Yes, I had previously guessed from the Jade Record that hybrids might evolve into pure-blooded dragons, but I didn't expect there to actually be a way to improve bloodlines."

"A hybrid evolving into a pure-blooded dragon?" Beowulf frowned and shook his head. "Don't even think about it. If you do evolve into a pure-blooded dragon, that's the day I cut off your neck."

Chu Zihang nodded silently.

"However, hybrids can indeed purify their bloodline; dragon serum is an example. Bloodlust also counts, but it's too dangerous. Once you cross the critical bloodline limit, you will uncontrollably degenerate into a Death Servant, at which point I will end your life in place of your father. I hope that before that happens, you can leave behind a bloodline for your lineage, which the Beowulf family will be responsible for raising."

Beowulf looked at him coldly and said slowly,

"Neither dragon serum nor blood burst can compare to the Nibelungen Project. I hope you will compete for a spot in this project, which is the biggest project the Secret Party has undertaken in the last hundred years."

"Excuse me, what is the Nibelungen Project?" Chu Zihang hadn't forgotten what his junior brother had said when he stood in front of him that night.

To fight against a first-generation species, he must purify his own bloodline and improve his control over dragon runes.

He had mastered the Dragon Script, which was equivalent to mastering the Word of Power, but he had no clue how to purify his bloodline.

Although he deduced the truth from the Jade Record, this incomplete truth could not motivate him to purify his bloodline.

Beowulf said in a deep voice:

"This is the Secret Society's ultimate plan to create the strongest hybrid race. It was designed by Flamel himself and combines alchemy and biotechnology."

"Implant the alchemical matrix into the human body, use alchemy to suppress the dragon blood, and then use serum extracted from the dragon blood to awaken the dragon blood in the hybrid's body, helping him to maintain self-awareness while breaking through the zero blood limit."

"If you are fortunate enough to be selected for this program, Blood Explosion will no longer be an obstacle for you. You will break through the limits of hybrid races, even surpassing the Four Great Monarchs, and become a true hybrid monarch!"

The old man was solemn and sacred, like a pastor taking an oath. Every word he spoke sounded like thunder, shaking the dust particles under the sunlight, and carried a subtle allure. It was the path leading to the sacred gate!

Chu Zihang's lips were dry as he asked, "Surpass...the Four Great Monarchs?"

That's what it says in the relevant materials.

Beowulf's tone suddenly changed, becoming indifferent yet slightly nonchalant.

"I only recently came across this plan and haven't verified its authenticity, but it's clear that the Gattuso family is driving it, insisting that their heir be chosen. Unfortunately, at the recent board meeting, their rebellious heir rejected the proposal."

Did Caesar reject the offer?

Chu Zihang pictured Caesar's proud, smug face, the kind that made you want to punch him.

What is that guy doing?

"You mean, you want me to represent the Beowulf family in the competition against the Gattuso family?"

Chu Zihang quickly understood what the old man meant.

"That's obvious," Beowulf said with a smile. "I don't care whether the plan is real or not. Since the Gattuso family wants it, and I know about it, I'll interfere."

"Everyone knows that I, Beowulf, have never liked the Gattuso family, so it is only natural that I would send an outstanding bloodline to compete for this qualification."

"With my support, you only need to produce outstanding results, and no one will question your eligibility to run for office! Because I'm standing behind you!"

"Within the Secret Service, no faction dares to discuss the merits of the Beowulf family with them!"

The old man raised his head proudly, his every move exuding an unspeakable arrogance.

This arrogance stems from his bloodline and from the "righteousness" he has upheld throughout his life!

His composure left Chu Zihang speechless.

He didn't know what reason to give for refusing the offer, or rather... he didn't want to refuse the offer at all!

Because the old man had given him an irresistible reason—to personally cut off Odin's head and mourn at his father's grave.

The reason is so compelling, so weighty!

He couldn't find a reason to refuse!

If one could become a candidate for the Nibelungen Project and purify one's bloodline to a level surpassing that of the four great monarchs...

So, can I be compared to Odin?!

This gave him a clear hope for revenge for the first time in his life, not from his junior brother's promise, but from a real power that he could hold in his hands!

In addition, he also had to deal with the side effects of the blood explosion.

The explosive blood he controlled could not be turned off on his own, just like his golden eyes that could not be extinguished.

This ability is like making a deal with the devil. Once you become familiar with its power, it takes over your body. Even if you don't want to activate it, it will make you involuntarily excited.

It is the fruit of both poison and wisdom, and those who have experienced its charm will find it irresistible.

That is why the parchment scroll in the Lionheart's sealed archives records this technology as "the devil's revelation."

In fact, he had long since run out of options.

Why refuse such a generous gift?

There's no need to even consider it! He has no right to refuse!

"I am honored to represent the Beowulf family."

Chu Zihang said in a low, powerful voice.

His golden eyes blazed with a blinding light, like flowing lava, a testament to his unwavering resolve to die for his cause!

Beowulf looked down into the young man's eyes, his expression unusually dazed.

He seemed to see that incredibly proud young man from years ago striding out of the castle, waving in the air without looking back, confidently and casually making an appointment with him for afternoon tea next time.

In the eyes of an elderly man like him, young people should be proud like this, even if they are as dazzling as the sun.

Unfortunately, your child seems more composed than you.

Of course, that's good too.

"That's right," the old man said softly.

"Excuse me, sir, do I need to join the action team?"

"You should call me Godfather now," the old man said calmly. "My original intention was to have you leave Kassel and I would take over your training, but since that guy doesn't want you... well, that's fine then."

He paused, and his voice trailed off at the end, as if he were feeling a little tired.

He withdrew his gaze from Chu Zihang, signifying the end of this past event.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the ancient and sacred murals inside the room.

In that mural, which has undergone many changes, the elderly Beowulf fought a bloody battle with a red dragon. In his final moments, he bequeathed his helmet, armor, and sword to Vigraf, the young warrior who fought alongside him.

From then on, Vigraf replaced Beowulf and became the new hero!

(End of this chapter)